Duck Lake you're the prayer inside me

Cole's ears flicked at the sound of the howl, its melody carrying through the still air to meet his path. It wasn’t a call for him specifically, but curiosity had a way of tugging him toward unfamiliar voices.

He approached with measured steps, his large frame moving easily through the sparse cover around the lake. The scent of water and cold air was mingled faintly with hers—new, crisp, and slightly tinged with hunger. When his gaze landed on her pale figure, he stopped short, his brows lifting ever so slightly. A polar bear. That was the first thought that struck him, and it lingered as he took her in.

You called for help, darlin'? His voice carried a hint of his usual drawl, though it was softened by the stillness of the glade. His golden eyes shifted toward the flock of ducks she’d been eyeing before returning to her.

Those lil' things? Might be better t'save your energy. But, if you're set on it, I’ll humor 'ya. His tail swayed once behind him, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. Hunger or not, her attempt would be entertaining, if nothing else.